Chapter 1487

She ran to the darkroom in a hurry. After opening the door, her eyes first came into contact with the darkness. She didn't even want to spend a few seconds getting used to the darkness, but turned on the light directly.

One wall of the darkroom is full of photos, which are the material of Edward's work, and the most unsatisfactory works. Even the most unsatisfied works, he did not want to discard more, but hung them up, one by one on the wall, so put a thick pile.

She looked around, all things have not moved, as if these things themselves have been rooted in this, no matter how vicissitudes of the world, they will always be here, confirming the years.

On the other wall, some of Edward's favorite photos were missing, and the brown wooden clip was empty on the rope, like a lonely wind chime.

Is he gone? Did you leave without saying it to yourself?

This kind of cognition makes her at a loss, makes her suddenly sad from the heart, can no longer restrain the bitter voice.

She cried so loud, unrestrained and indulgent that even the fat cat who occasionally passed by their windowsill was frightened by her cry. Her brown eyes looked at the human being and seemed to feel her emotion.

There was a noise from the attic, then the sound of shoes on the floor. Edward was surprised to see her cry. "Emily?"

Ding Yiyi also saw him, but she couldn't hold back her tears and sadness. She ran to him and hugged him tightly. Her voice choked, "I thought you left, so quietly left, and didn't give me a signal."

Her words and tears are the most powerful weapons that can hurt him in the world, and the best medicine to cure him as soon as possible.

Love ha stretched out his hand and patted her shoulder gently, with a gentle tone, "if one day I want to go, I will tell you that I will not sneak away."

He pulled her to the sofa and took out a paper towel to help her wipe away her tears, but once the tears were wiped away, new sadness would flow out of his eyes.

He sighed, and suddenly leaned forward to kiss her eyes. He felt the tremor and tension under her thin eyelids. He left with a smile, "I didn't go. What are you crying about?"

Ding Yiyi looked at him, and she knew she didn't want him to leave, so she had to ask again, "can you answer me a few questions?"

"Good." He promised.

"Do you really want to go because you want to work and don't want to be dragged down by me?"

"Yes."

"Is it because of Ye nianmo?"

Edward is a little surprised, listen to her tone should not have read the contents of the notebook, but he still nodded, "yes."

"Good," Ding Yi stood up and wiped away her tears with her sleeve. The white cuff became transparent because of her tears. "Since it's because of work, you can leave. I'll get used to it."

She ran out of the door, because she knew that she would say a lot of angry words and repent a lot if she stayed any longer. She would be angry if he said that she would go away and repent that she could not accompany him.

Edward did not catch up with him, he maintained a slightly bent posture, watching her disappear in line of sight, a long time before straightening up.

He sat on the sofa, calmly picked up the landline and called his assistant, "how's the follow-up?"

"Most of the work over there has been done." The assistant didn't understand, "Sir, why did you offer to go to Ebola this time? It's not necessary."

Edward's eyes were determined, and he said, "no, it's necessary."

Hang up the phone, he began to be a little irritable, got up and walked around the house, a while to the windowsill, and then to the stairwell, and then he took his coat to walk out.

Ding Yiyi walked quickly with her head down. The flower boy passed by her and stopped her, "Miss Emily."

She quickly raised her head in a bag of tears and forced out a smile

"What's the matter with you?" The flower boy has not seen her like this, some helpless flower basket pulled out a sunflower and handed it to her, "send you."

"Thank you." Ding Yiyi quickly lowered his head to take over the sunflower and held the sunflower in his chest.

Thank you She repeated, trying to get the money, but found that she didn't have a wallet, so she had to say, "next time you come to my house, I'll make you biscuits."

The kid was very happy. "OK, by the way, sister Emily, you have to be careful." The child said seriously: "recently, there are always people in front of your house, is a very fierce man."

Ding Yi Yi Yi Leng, "is it?" The other party nodded, and then rode on the car and left happily.

When the child left, she did not think much, holding sunflowers to continue walking, the heart of sadness swept again.

London's morning is really like a wayward urchin, not long after the clear sky has turned into continuous rain, the British like to take umbrella, the most favorite is the black umbrella, after a while on the street lit up a black lamp, like a very mobile jellyfish.Ding Yiyi ran in a hurry. Where did she want to take an umbrella, she ran into the door of a cake shop decorated with pink, and sheltered herself from the wind and rain by the canvas stretched out from the door.

It didn't rain very much, and it splashed on the ground, which made a deep mark on her little white shoes. Her toes twisted and felt wet.

All of a sudden, the raindrops that hit her shoulders and her face disappeared. She looked up at the umbrella over her head and the man beside her who blocked the wind and rain.

Ye nianmo has not opened his mouth to speak, the umbrella in his hand has been mercilessly pushed open.

Ding Yiyi quickly walked into the rain, let the cold rain again, more intensive hit in his body. When the body is completely integrated with the rain, a special feeling comes into being.

She walked very fast, her straight legs crisscrossed quickly. There were few pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, some people took shelter from the rain. She would also be curious to see the men walking in the rain and following her.

"That's enough. You'll catch a cold if you go down." Ye nianmo came to hold her after she walked for a while, and his body was all wet. The black suit was attached to his solid body.

Ding Yiyi wants to get rid of his hand, but he can't throw it away. He can only repeat reading, "let go."

The sound of rain blocked her voice, but ye nianmo understood her mouth shape. He frowned, "what happened?"

"Nothing happened," she suddenly increased her voice. "Why did you come up and disturb my life? What was the past like? Is it so important?"

He first frowned at her, then approached a pen, two people face to face and stood, the shoe to the shoe, "if it is Ding Yiyi, she will not let go of those memories."

As the rain grew louder and louder, he took out his mobile phone and called out a photo and asked her to see it. "This man's name is ye chuyun. She loves you more than herself. He's dead."

Then he went to the next picture, "this is Qiubai. She's your good friend. She's dead."

Ding Yiyi's eyes become hot and red because of the stimulation of tears and rain. Her heart is shocked. What did she contact before?

Ye nianmo saw her appearance and couldn't bear to stimulate her again. She put away her mobile phone and said, "escaping is always the most stupid way."

He looked at her deeply and seriously, "even if you deny the past, you are still you."

In the rain curtain, his back is desolate and lonely. She stands in the same place quietly, letting the rain surround her whole body, and accepting the baptism of the rain on her back, which makes the whole person's heart fall deeper.

In the hotel, yebo looked at his watch and said, "Mr. Edward, Mr. Ye is not coming back so soon. If you have anything to do, I can pass it on."

Edward looked serious. He never let go of his brow since he was sitting in the hotel lobby. He also stood up when he said this, "in that case, I'll leave first."

As soon as he left, ye nianmo approached from the lobby of the hotel. Ye Bo quickly followed him up.

To the door, he gave the waiter some tips, and then followed ye nianmo into the room.

In the room, the bathroom has sounded the sound of water, after a while, ye nianmo came out in a suit.

As he wore his watch, he asked, "what's going on in China?"

"Mr. Hai is dealing with it," said yebowton. "Mr. Edward came to see you just now, but he left without leaving a word."

Ye nianmo's action of wearing a watch was stunned, and then only said, "I know."

Ye Bo knows that it will take more than a month for the young master to return home. He must have told Ding Yiyi today, but he didn't expect that he would be so embarrassed. He vaguely felt that some things would happen, but he didn't know what it was.

"Let's go." Ye nianmo looks around for a while, when the line of sight falls in a corner of the room, just put soft.

Night is destined to be insomnia night for many people. Edward stands at the door of Ding Yiyi's room. At this time, his mood is sad.

He loves her. Of course he loves her. After waiting so long and looking for so long, he is always looking for a right person. Ding Yiyi is the right person for him, but he is not for Ding Yiyi.

Although he has made a lot of efforts, although Ding Yiyi has completely forgotten the past, but the power of fate makes her and ye nianmo gradually close, he has a good fight, but he does not want to go against God's will.

Inside, Ding Yiyi is sitting in front of the table. The orange light shines on her dark face. Her hand gently touches the lock on the drawer, and her heart is clear.

There is nothing wrong. Edward and ye nianmo can see clearly that she struggles. She doesn't want to be Ding Yiyi because she is afraid that she can't do the former Ding Yi Yi, and that she can't do the present Emily well.

"Edward?" Reading in a low voice, the corners of her mouth immediately raised a smile. This foreign man is as important as her family.

Family? She was startled by her own ideas, the original habit and dependence may not necessarily lead to love, but may also give birth to affection in general?She suddenly wanted to verify, so she went out to Edward's room. The room was quiet. Edward, who pursued high quality of sleep, must be sleeping soundly at this time.

The hand on the doorknob swung gently, and the door opened. The lights in the corridor stretched her shadow long and narrowed as she entered the room.